Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

[Ramesh_Rocky]

On Friday I came early from office. Anjali was already home by that time. When she received me she was wearing only my long T-shirt (which she does sometimes). Her smooth legs and thighs were extremely seductive. However, I controlled myself as we had to get ready and leave. We finished our snacks and she went to shower. She took a long time to come out. I also took shower in the other bathroom, got ready and waited in the drawing room watching TV.


After half an hour Anjali emerged from our bedroom. My eyes were transfixed over her. Of late she had occasionally dressed so tastily, except some festivals or family functions, and those were mainly Saree-cladding occasions. Anjali always looked great in saree, but today, her attire was different. She was wearing the short denim skirt that she had purchased the last day. It was not even reaching her knees. Her lovely legs were bare. From the side cuts of the skirt, shape of her firm thighs was clearly visible. The skirt fitted well around Anjali's 36 size butts. She wore the skirt quite low on her 28 sized waist and it was fitting a couple of inches below her navel.

Of the two tops she had bought, Anjali had chosen to wear the red colored sleeveless one (in fact, it had only thin strips around the shoulders!). Sure she was wearing a strapless bra. Her collar bone and well-shaped thin arms were extremely inviting. The cute red top reached midway between Anjali's 34C sized firm breasts and her deep navel. The red color of the top was contrasting with her fair skin. The short top and the low waistline of the skirt together exposed more than half of my beautiful wife's midriff. I always insisted Anjali to expose her flat tummy by wearing shorter tops, but she had rarely listened to me. Today's evening however seemed to be different as a lot of skin was on show. Anjali wore high heeled shoes that added at least two inches to her 5.5 height. She carried the black jacket and the long purse in her arms. She had applied light lipstick and set her shoulder length hair free. She reached the sofa and placed her purse and jacket over there.

"Time to go, Anjali?" I asked, turning off the TV.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Wait, let me take a sip of water." Anjali went to the kitchen.


Quickly I reached her purse, took out a pack of condom from my pocket and slipped it in her purse. In a minute, Anjali was back.

"You are dressed to kill!" I exclaimed as Anjali rested on the sofa.

"Hmmmm!"

"You don't look more that 23-24," I exclaimed.

"I shouldn't, Rishav is only 23...," was my wife's reply!

"A lot of skin-show, Anju," I could not resist speaking it out.

"This will take care of it, Rajeev." Anjali put on her jacket. The situation seemed to be better with the waist-long jacket on, though it was also sleeveless.

"I want to make love with you, now." I said, staring at her.

"Call Rishav and cancel the party." Anjali handed over her cell phone to me.

"Let's get going," I got up instead and moved out. I was not prepared to miss an occasion to see my wife having fun with a guy. Moreover, I wanted to see who this Rishav was for whom my wife dressed so tastefully. Anjali followed me silently.

We had selected the newly opened pub located on the expressway on outskirts of the city. We drove straight to the pub, but due to the bizarre traffic of Pune we took a lot of time to reach our destination. It was almost 8.30 when we occupied our table. I was happy that we got at least some time before Rishav arrived. Light music was playing and people had started rolling in. We ordered vodka and chicken kebabs to start with, and started talking. Anjali likes vodka and as we don't drink regularly, she always takes an occasion to enjoy her drink. Today was no different, but Anjali seemed to be a bit nervous, even after tasting her favorite drink.

Suddenly, Anjali took out her cell phone and typed some message. I looked at her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"SMSed our table number to Rishav." Rishav was on Anjali's mind since the evening, and now she was anxious of his arrival, as the time passed. I was sitting with my back towards the entry of the bar while Anjali was seating on the opposite side of me. She could clearly see everyone entering inside.


All of a sudden Anjali's eyes lighted up. I turned around and watched a young guy approaching us. He waived at Anjali and she responded back. He was taller than me, well built and dressed casually in jeans and T-shirt. He looked smart and it was apparent that girls would fall for him only by his looks.

"Hi, Anjali!" Rishav eased on the sofa besides Anjali as he shook hands with her.

"Hi, Rishav," Anjali replied in a bit nervous tone, "... meet my colleague, Tushar."

Tushar? Anjali never told me that I would be some Tushar here. She was sure done with her homework.

"Hi," Rishav extended his had to me. I greeted him as I felt his firm, yet warm handshake.

"Actually, the other guy couldn't make it," explained Anjali.

"Oh!" Rishav didn't seem to be bothered about her colleagues as long as Anjali herself was there.

"What will you have, Rishav?" I was playing the host.

"Vodka, Anjali?" Rishav turned to my wife. Possibly, they had shared it on the last occasion.

"We are already having it," Anjali replied.

"Let me get one for me!" Rishav exclaimed.

"Wait, I will arrange for," I continued playing the host.

"So, missing your hubby?" Rishav began with his drink.

"Not really, as you are here now!" Anjali giggled and Rishav joined her giggling.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Soon all of us were relaxed and drinking and chatting. Only that I was more on drinking and Rishav and Anjali were more on chatting. They were talking, laughing, giggling and exchanging glances. Initially I was trying to get into the conversation, but soon I decided not to intervene and disturb their flow of conversation. I was enjoying my vodka, the music and giggles of Anjali and Rishav. I immersed myself in my thoughts except occasional nods to both of them, and continued with more vodka.


"... ... ..., isn't it, Tushar?" possibly Rishav was saying something.

Tushar? Who was this Tushar? I was not able to make out. I kept staring at Rishav. Was vodka having an effect on me? No, it couldn't be. I could drink much more, without any trouble. Why was I feeling like my head lost then?

"Hey, dude! You OK, Tushar?" Rishav called me.

Well, I was Tushar, and this guy was addressing me.

"Oh, ya, I'm fine. Just lost in some thoughts." I could say meekly.

"Are you OK?" Anjali asked me in a bit concerned voice.

"I am fine ...," I managed not to say '...honey.' I was only a colleague, after all.

The conversation resumed and the distance between Rishav and Anjali reduced now. They were sitting quite close and their thighs must have been rubbing each other under the table. Apart from glances, there were casual touches now. Rishav's well-shaped arms under his short-sleeved T-shirt pressed every now and then with my wife's bare and delicate arms. Rishav was holding her hands and patting her back occasionally. Anjali seemed not to object to anything. On the contrary, she was enjoying everything. Both of them seemed to have a great chemistry. Sure, Rishav knew a thing or two to make ladies comfortable, relaxed and non-objecting to his touches. It was amazing to see Anjali getting into all this stuff, given that she never flirted with guys before this.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

All of a sudden I realized that the whole episode started to turn me on. Secretly, I was fantasizing for a long time for all these things to happen in front of my eyes. Now as my fantasy was unfolding before me, I was filled with a mixture of anxiety, turn-on, and a bit of jealousy.


It was time to dance and everybody started moving to dance floor. Rishav offered Anjali to dance with him. With a glance at me, Anjali stood up, reached out to her jacket and took it off. It was now Rishav's time to get transfixed, even with dim lights around. I could see Anjali's nipples pointing from her top, confirming that they were erect. Rishav could not take out his eyes off Anjali's body, and I thought that Rishav had a lust in his eyes instead of extremely friendly looks he was having till now.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Within a few seconds, Rishav controlled himself and offered his hand to Anjali. Anjali accepted his hand and gracefully moved with Rishav to the dance floor. I followed my wife and her boy(?)friend keeping a safe distance and began watching them as they started with their dance steps.



I was never a great dancer and do not have interest to dance for long time. Anjali however is a dance enthusiast and tries to catch up any occasion like family functions, weddings and parties where she can dance.

Rishav seemed to be a good dancer, and soon both Anjali and Rishav were taking steps in tandem. They were following the music and moving around the dance floor. I was keeping an eye on both of them. Initially, Rishav was holding Anjali's hands with his both hands as they were making circles and keeping a safe distance. After five minutes or so, Rishav placed one of his hands on Anjali's back and moved close to her. Without knowing what to do with her empty hand, Anjali placed her hand around Rishav's waist! This brought them much closer. Soon both adjusted to this position and began taking their steps. After some more time, Rishav left Anjali's other hand and put it around her bare waist. He was now almost embracing my sexy wife. I saw that Anjali moved into Rishav's arms and her boobs were touching Rishav's chest. She did not try to move away, and both continued dancing slowly. I changed my position and moved a bit close to them, and what I saw was that Rishav was slowly moving his hand on Anjali's back and waist. Anjali's eyes were closed, and she must have been moaning.

Now the embrace was much tight and Anjali's boobs were fully pressing on Rishav. Anjali was now looking into Rishav's eyes, and both of them had a light smile on their lips. Sure they were enjoying each other's touches. Suddenly Rishav planted a kiss on Anjali's cheek. He might be expecting that Anjali would move a little away. But there was no negative response from Anjali's side. Seeing this, Rishav moved his face downward and put his lips on Anjali's lips. Still Anjali did not object, and Rishav started kissing her properly. From a distance of few meters, not only I was watching this guy kissing my wife, but I could see that the guys around were also noticing this. Anjali was certainly going weak in her knees while this boy was exploring her smooth lips. My heart started racing and I could experience a hard-on!
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

The kiss proved to be a turning point in the smoothly proceeding events so far. In the next five minutes, Rishav took Anjali to a darker corner. I followed, but still remained away. I saw that Anjali and Rishav were now caressing each other. Rishav's hands were now moving over Anjali's back, breasts and buttocks, and Anjali was almost in heat, as she kept kissing this young boy. She must be knowing that her hubby was present nearby, but she had forgotten me by now. Was it an effect of Vodka, the music, the hidden lust of my wife or a strange combination of the three?


I was really puzzled that where this whole episode was going to lead. Anjali was not the kind of woman who would be involved physically in a guy in just the second meeting, yet that was exactly what she was doing. Was she not able to control herself or was she into this by choice? It was difficult to guess. Was I supposed to intervene or let them continue? I was left clueless, and the things were proceeding fast. I returned back to our table, and sat there thinking of the whole situation.

Finally, I decided not to intervene, and let my wife enjoy her moments with the young guy. Even from a sufficient distance, I was able to observe the passion in Rishav's caressing my wife, and probably that's what made Anjali respond Rishav with vigor. I focused back on my drink and hoped that after some time, Anjali would take Rishav back to the table and we could have our food and go home.

Some 15-20 minutes must have passed when I sensed that Rishav was walking to our table. But where was Anjali? She was not following him. I was puzzled.

"Where is Anjali?" I asked as Rishav approached me.

"She is not feeling well," exclaimed Rishav, "I'm going to drop her home."

Drop her home? This guy was going to take my wife to our home? And where was I supposed to go? And where was Anjali by the way? The things were driving me crazy now.

"But, where is Anjali?" I repeated.

"She is in toilet. She told me to pick her purse and join her at the entrance," Rishav said reaching Anjali's purse, "... this is it, isn't it?"

"What about the dinner?" I said meekly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Sorry, Tushar. Anjali needs to go home. I will carry some food while going home for both of us. Go ahead with your dinner. We will give you company the next time." Rishav made everything clear and grabbing Anjali's purse, turned around.


"Have a great time," were his last words as Rishav walked away swiftly.

"At least, take this jacket, Rishav," my words were lost in the loud music that started at the same moment.

I sat empty minded, without knowing what was happening. According to our plan, we were supposed to take dinner with Rishav and bid him farewell. Throughout the evening, I had a great turn-on watching my wife with this guy. Now I was looking forward for a wild lovemaking session with Anjali once we were home. But the whole plan seemed to be changed, and Anjali did not bother to inform me anything about the new plan. I could not stop Rishav from taking Anjali with him because I had introduced myself to Rishav as Anjali's colleague. Naturally, I could not take her home with me. I was trapped by my plan.

Something flashed to me suddenly. Anjali was not wearing the jacket. That meant more than half of her skin was showing and now she was going out with Rishav. I knew Rishav did not have a car. My wife was going semi-clad with a guy she hardly knew on his bike in the middle of night. Hoping to hand over the jacket to Anjali, I rushed towards the entrance. Both of them were not seen there. From there I ran towards the parking lot only to see that Rishav started his bike, my wife rode behind clinging to Rishav like a college girl, and the bike disappeared in seconds. I saw my watch. It was showing 11 pm.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I returned to the table and called Anjali but she did not receive the call. I messaged her asking whether they were going to our flat and when should I come home. After ten minutes I got her message, 'going to Rishav's flat, go home and take good sleep.' I finished my drink and asked for the bill. I did not want to take dinner in the pub.


While going home, I halted at a dhaba and ordered to pack a biryani. I visit this dhaba once a while with my friends, especially after late night parties, and the owner knows me. So while biryani was getting ready, I lighted a cigarette and stood near the counter.

"You have come after a long time, Sir," said the dhaba owner.

"Yes."

"See Sir, the whores these days... they seem to belong to good families and do this business," the owner passed his cellphone to me, "... just now a guy had brought this whore with him. See the bitch! She seems to be educated."

As I took his cellphone in my hand, I felt a punch in my stomach. It was Anjali's snap taken by this man. Anjali was railing on the bike with one leg folded and half of her thighs were showing besides her bare shoulders and tummy. Thank god, her face was not very clear and anyway the dhaba owner had never seen my wife. Rishav must have ordered food and meanwhile this man had clipped my wife without her knowledge. But there were truck drivers and cleaners who were taking food at the dhaba, and sure they had a feast for eyes for 10-15 minutes when my wife was standing there exposing her fair skin in the midnight.

I collected the food and went home. I took bath, prepared a drink and finished the biryani with it. I was so tired by the events that within minutes I fell asleep. It was only early morning that my sleep broke. It was 5.45. There was no sign of Anjali. What were her plans?
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

The milkman would be coming any moment. I thought and the doorbell rang. Yes, our milkman was always on time, and Anjali used to take the milk. Seeing me at the door, the milkman asked, "Madam is sleeping, Sir?"


Was I supposed to tell him that the madam might be sleeping with her one-night boyfriend?

"Huh..." I could not manage to say more as the milkman left with the money. As I closed the door, I heard the sound of a bike. Rishav's bike for sure. I rushed to the balcony and peeped below. Gosh! Anjali got down from the bike, embraced Rishav and started kissing him goodbye on the road. The road was empty at that early hour. The next moment, our milkman emerged on the road from the entrance of our apartment, and his eyes almost popped out watching Anjali kissing a guy on road. He raised his head towards our balcony and I ducked quickly to save from his sight. Anjali noticed the milkman watching her, broke the kiss and gave a wry smile to him. She turned quickly and rushed into the apartment. I heard the bike's sound going away and the next moment the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and Anjali almost jumped on me.

"Fuck me, Sona!" were her first words as she drove me to the sofa, leaving the door open.

"What?"

"Fuck me, give it to me! I am all yours, Sona!" Anjali seemed to be in heat.

Somehow I managed to escape and closed the door.

"Oh, come on, Rajeev..." Anjali took off her top and bra in a go.

"Nope," I replied, "I need to take an early breakfast; I am feeling hungry."

"Oh, we will do it after 15 minutes, Rajeev"

"Still, I have a condition..." I paused.

"What? A condition?" Anjali exclaimed.

"Yup... you need to tell me what you both did in the night."

"Well, we fucked twice in the night, and a quickie, just before coming, Rajeev." Anjali could manage to say.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"No, not like that. I need each and every detail, right since you left. And not like this. I will have my beer and have my wank while you narrate the whole story." I made my terms clear.

"So cheap, Rajeev."

"Promise me, else I wouldn't touch you now."

"Ok, promise..." Anjali pulled me over her, and within seconds, I started pumping her.

Around 9 a.m., we had finished a heavy breakfast, and were sitting in the living room. I was reclining on the sofa, and Anjali was sitting on the easy-chair in front. I filled two mugs of beer and handed one to Anjali.

"To, Rishav..." I raised the glass and took a large sip.

Anjali started sipping the beer silently. I lighted a cigarette and puffed heavily.

"Now, start. Take this if you wish." I handed the cigarette to her.

"Oh, Rajeev, can't we talk something better..., or else, how about another lovemaking session instead?" Anjali puffed the cigarette lightly, and tried to avoid the narration by offering me another round of fucking.

"You promised. Now better you start. And just don't omit any small detail." Anjali sensed my slightly threatening voice, and understood that there was no option.

'Well, you were just around when we were dancing. Then Rishav took me to a dark corner. I was in full heat, and started kissing him. We sucked each other's tongues for some time. Rishav's hands reached under my top and he started fondling my boobs. He pinched my nipples also. I was moaning and moving my hands on his back."

"Then?"

"He asked me whether I could go with him in the night. I told him that I was ready but we needed to think about you. Rishav stopped kissing and took me to the lounge. We sat there for a few minutes and made a plan."

"Plan?"

"Rishav was thinking that you are my colleague. So he suggested that he would pretend dropping me home. Thus we could escape from the pub. Rishav said that he would talk to you and I need not come to the table. I told him to bring my purse and jacket after talking to you."

"Oh."

"So Rishav came there, and had a word with you."

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"Ya, he told me that he was dropping you home. I was under dilemma, because that was not our plan. I thought you were going with Rishav to our home for fucking. I was confused whether to come home or not."


Anjali giggled and took a large sip of beer.

"No, we had planned to go to his flat only. I did not want you to loose your night's sleep. Rishav came back with the purse. Probably he forgot the jacket."

"I ran after him with jacket, only to see you clinging on his bike and disappearing." I exclaimed. Anjali giggled again.

"It was so great to cling Rishav on his bike, Rajeev. My boobs were pressing fully at his back, and my bare legs were pressing his thighs. I held him tight as he increased the speed. You need to purchase a bike like him."

"Then?" I had already started experiencing a hard-on listening to Anjali.

"We halted at some dhaba, he ordered chicken masala and rotis, and we headed straight to his flat after collecting the packed food."

I did not tell Anjali about the dhaba owner's mobile photography. I did not want to make her upset.

"By the time we reached Rishav's flat, both of us were hungry. We ate the food quickly. Rishav cleaned the plates and came to sit near me. I was sitting on the sofa. It's a small apartment, Rajeev. Just a drawing-cum-kitchen and a bedroom."

"Ok."

"Even after so much kissing and fondling in the pub, Rishav was not quite sure about the next move. One doesn't bring home a married lady every night, right? So he needed a signal from me. He sat near me for a couple of minutes, both of us focusing on TV, without saying a word. Finally, I decided to initiate."

Anjali finished her glass of beer. I had already finished mine and waiting for her to finish.

I filled the mugs again and handed over to her.

"Cigarette, Anju?"

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"Will do." I handed a cigarette and the lighter to Anjali.


"So, you gave him the signal he needed?..." I could not hide my anxiety now.

"Yes, Rajeev." Anjali lighted the cigarette and puffed 2-3 times.

"But Anju, you could have told Rishav to drop you home even at that moment, if you did not want to indulge in sex."

"Yes. And if I had told Rishav to take me home, he sure would have. Even at the midnight hour. He is a nice guy, Rajeev. But I did not. Instead, I put my arms around his shoulder, and pulled him over me. Rishav was just waiting for this. His mind was now clear."

"Wow. So my lovely wife made this boy's conscience clear, so that he could finally fuck you!" I sighed heavily.

"Yes, Rajeev. I wanted him to fuck me, and fuck hard. So, as Rishav fell on me on the sofa, I pulled his mouth to me, and started kissing him. We were already kissing for a long time in the bar, and this was just an extension of that. Now Rishav started actively sucking my tongue. I too responded by sucking back." Anjali said.

"Well. Then?" My hand now went inside my shorts. I gripped my hard cock.

"His hands were searching my bra's hook. He was fumbling with the hook, Rajeev. Just like you. I smiled, pushed him back and took off my top as well as bra. I also stepped out of my skirt. I was only on my panty. Rishav's eyes turned big by seeing me in the full light."

"Didn't you help him taking off anything?"

"I did, Rajeev. He wanted to embrace me. But I stopped him. I just told him to take off everything. I wanted to see him nude. I helped him taking off his shirt and jeans, and then he removed his undergarments. His cock popped out like a spring, Rajeev."

"It must have been hard..." I exclaimed.

"Yes, Rajeev," Anjali responded, "His cock is bigger than yours, and I was a bit nervous by looking at its size. I was not sure whether my cunt could accommodate it fully."

"What happened next?" I could not resist pushing my shorts below and taking out my cock. I held the cock in my palm, and started moving fingers around its tip. Anjali's eyes popped up seeing my cock. Perhaps, she was thinking of another session of fucking.

"Rishav made me sit on my knees, and brought his cock to my face. I lifted my head. Rishav said with a smile, take it, Anjali. I smiled back and opened my mouth. Rishav pushed his cock into my mouth, placed his hands over my head, and I started sucking his cock."

"What? You... you took his cock in your mouth?" I couldn't hide my frustration. "You have never, never sucked my cock, Anju. I always keep requesting, and you have always avoided it."

Anjali got up from her seat, and moved slowly to me. "Let me do it for you now, Sona, its so hard. I love it." She approached my cock, with a guilt in her voice.

"Just stay away. Remember, you are not supposed to touch me. Also, neither touch yourself, nor take off any of your clothes till you complete the whole story. Else I will punish you." I said in a stern voice.

Anjali nodded.

"Now, back to your seat and continue."

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"Actually, I sucked him for few minutes only, and he was gasping," Anjali continued. "Rishav did not want to come in my mouth. So he took his cock out, and reached for my panty. I got up, opened my purse which was lying on the sofa, and handed him the condom pack."


"How did you know that the condom pack was there?"

"I saw you inserting the pack in the purse at home before we started for the pub. You can't hide anything. By the way, thanks for that, Rajeev. You know that I am not on the pills."

"Its Ok, Anju. I always care for you. Now tell me what happened next." I continued sipping the beer.

"Rishav wore the condom while I stepped out of my panty. Rishav was rock hard now, and I was very, very wet inside."

"You must be. After all, he was fondling and kissing you for so long, since you guys were dancing together."

"Rishav made me lie on the sofa, and spread my legs. He moved his butts over my waist. His cock was now touching the opening of my cunt. I wanted to tease Rishav for a moment, but without a moment's delay, he inserted his cock fully in my cunt, Rajeev."

On listening this, I could not stop stroking my cock.

"Rishav started thrusting me. Both of us were in heat. He picked up speed soon, and was giving forceful thrusts. I sensed that he may come soon, but I did not want him to slow down. He fucked me for some more time like that. Suddenly his strokes became irregular. He came with 3-4 heavy thrusts and collapsed on me."

Anjali was now breathing heavily. Perhaps she was visualizing the moments. She picked up her glass and finished the remaining beer in one go. I also followed her.

"As Rishav fell on my top, I started kissing him. We both were breathing fast, and he was sucking my nipples. Rishav told me that this was his first time with a married lady, and he was feeling great. I started feeling that I needed more of this boy." Anjali said, without looking in my eyes.

"You better would. Are you ever satisfied with a single fucking session?" I retorted.

"I knew that I can arouse him again. But we needed to get fresh. So I pushed Rishav away, got up, and said that I needed a wash. Rishav showed me the bathroom. I took wash, and came out to the drawing room on a towel. I asked whether he did not want to take wash. Rishav sensed that I needed him to take wash. So he nodded and went inside. My clothes were lying around. I picked and arranged them on the sofa. Rishav came out from the bathroom on towel and headed straight to me. He removed his towel and pulled off mine. I got up and he lifted me. I placed my arms around his neck. Rishav took me to bedroom and placed me over his bed." Anjali paused for a while, after a long narration.

I filled our glasses the third time and handed a glass over to her. For a few minutes, no one said anything.

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"This time Rishav reached to my cunt, Rajeev," Anjali continued her narration. "He wanted to taste me. He started sucking me, and my head began swinging. He was sucking so skillfully. He was using his tongue like a tool and moving it expertly. For a moment I thought that his sucking was better than his fucking."


"Wow, your sucker-boy, huh?"

"I kept stroking his head with affection. Soon, I turned around and brought my face near to Rishav's cock again. I started kissing his cock-tip. Rishav sensed that my mouth was below his cock. His cock again sprang to life. It started hardening. He was still sucking my cunt actively. As I took his cock in my mouth, Rishav started moving hips slowly, up and down."

"Gosh, Anju, he fucked your mouth..." I could only pump my cock faster in my hands, merely as a sign of my frustration.

"Yes, Rajeev," Anjali stared at her feet, "and I liked it. He fucked my mouth very delicately, slowly. And I liked the salty taste of his pre-cum." Anjali confessed.

"Then?"

"This time I did not want him to come early, Rajeev. So I stopped him, and told him to fuck me directly instead. Rishav is very sensible. He took out his cock from my mouth, and wore condom without even telling."

"Hmmm, wise fellow."

"As Rishav entered me again and started pumping slowly, I was full with a great feeling. It's so different feeling, Rajeev. I am married for 10 years, and young boy like Rishav was pounding me heavily. I felt that he was stronger than you. His strokes were heavier than you, and he was reaching deep, deep inside me." Anjali was moaning heavily, even while recalling the moments.

"This time, Rishav was fucking better, Rajeev. First time he was probably more excited at the sight of fucking a married lady. But now his strokes were controlled, yet forceful. He thrust me heavily for a long time. I was just lying and enjoying. I came twice while he was fucking, and my juices were flowing.

"After so much time, Rishav removed his cock out and told me to be on my four. I obeyed him and turned around. Again, Rishav entered his cock in my cunt from behind with a firm push, and started banging me again. My cunt was very slippery now, and every thrust made a great sound on my butts..."

Anjali was now narrating continuously, and I was sipping my beer with one hand, and shagging with the other. My head was spinning and I lost the track of Anjali's narration.

"But I thought of you, Rajeev." Suddenly Anjali brought me back. "When Rishav was pounding me from behind, I thought of sucking your cock. Standing on all four in front of you, sucking your cock like your slave, Rajeev. Believe me, only if you were there."

So my beloved wife who never sucked my cock, wanted to suck it when a young guy was banging her in doggie style!

"I came once again. My juices were flowing on my thighs now. Both of us were sweating heavily. Rishav has a great stamina, Rajeev. After a long time, he turned me around, raised my legs over his shoulders, and continued fucking."

"You are a great athlete, Anju." I complimented.

"This time the strokes were deeper, Rajeev, and faster, too. I sensed that he had fucked me to his heart's content and now was preparing to come. With every stroke, his balls were thrusting on my butts. I have never experienced such vigorous fucking for so long time, Rajeev. My mouth was open, forming an 'o', and I lost my senses." Anjali's voice was now shaking.

"Oh..." my hands were now actively stroking my cock.

"Suddenly, I felt heavy thrusts, and within moments, Rishav collapsed over me. He had come, again. The second time. But this time both of us enjoyed it immensely. Rishav lacked the delicacy like you, but he exhibited a great strength, Rajeev." Anjali gasped heavily as she finished her narration.

I could not resist anymore and shot my load in jets, over the carpet.

"Oh, Sona..." Anjali got up to reach me.
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"Don't leave your seat, you have to complete the third part," I warned her while giving some more jerks to my cock to remove my cum.


"There's nothing much in it." Anjali replied.

"Whatever, you have to tell everything." I reminded her.

"Water, I need water..." Ajnali's throat was dry.

"Take the beer instead..." I handed her the glass.

Some beer was left in our glasses. Both of us finished it and sat silently for a few minutes. I lighted two more cigarettes and handed one to Anjali.

"No, Rajeev, I never smoke so much."

"Have it, Anju, you need it. You have been a brave girl."


What happened after your second fuck?" I started the dialogue after five minutes.

"Nothing. It was very late. Must be 2 a.m. Both of us were very tired and felt sleepy. I was lying on the bed with my legs spread. Rishav moved into my arms and took me in tight embrace. He placed his tool in my legs. I placed one leg over his body. We were feeling each other's breathes. We kissed slowly for a long time. After some time, our eyes started closing. I did not know when I fell asleep."

"Ok, then?"

"I got up after some time and found that it was 5 a.m. I thought of returning back to home at the earliest. I kissed Rishav. He got awake. I told him that I needed to go home early. He said he did not know whether we would meet again, and he wanted to fuck me once again before departing. Though I was tired, I could not say no to him. I started kissing him and within minutes, his cock was hard."

"Oh, seems the boy is having a great stamina."

"Rishav entered me and started pumping. This time it was faster, but short strokes. He rammed his cock non-stop for around ten minutes. He did not even touch or caress me during this time. He was purely focused on fucking. Soon he came in loads, and started breathing heavily. I lost all my strength in the legs. But again, the quick session aroused me instead of satisfying. I was about to come when he discharged, and we had no time."

"I know you feel upset when you can't come."

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"We got dressed quickly, took his bike, and rushed towards home. As we reached here, I bid him goodbye with a deep kiss. As I was kissing Rishav, I saw our milkman coming out. But I was so engrossed in the kiss that I could not break it. Finally, the milkman came very close to us. He was shocked to see me in skimpy clothes and kissing a guy on road. You collected the milk, isn't it?"


"Yes, and he was asking about you."

Anjali giggled again.

"When the milkman was staring at us, with his eyeballs popped out, I broke the kiss, and rushed upstairs. I needed another fuck, and this time from you. That's why I jumped on you as soon as I entered home. I love you, Sona. I did not do anything to hurt you."

Anjali finished her narration and sat looking at floor. She did not raise her head.

I did not say any word for a few minutes. Silence filled in the room. I had already fucked Anjali in the morning and shagged a few minutes back. I was spent. Anjali was also tired. Both of us needed rest. I slowly reached to Anjali and started kissing her. Anjali was surprised. Initially, her eyes showed some confusion. Was she thinking that I was upset at her behavior? Did she think that I was jealous at her? She was not sure of my reaction. As I continued kissing silently, her eyes changed to calmness and satisfaction. She pulled me close. I lifted my soft, beautiful, loving wife in my arms and carried her to the bed. We embraced each other tightly and fell asleep within moments.

We had to wake up a couple of hours later, and I was planning passionate session over the remaining day.

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I want to show off my wife to other men and I want them to catch her boobs from behind, kiss her navel, smell her armpits, lick her clitoris, sleep with her, hug her and I fantasize hiding and watching them secretly while they did all that when my wife and I travel together by train, when she falls off to sleep while sitting, due to the wind her saree goes off place and her navel is exposed though I see it.

I would not tell her and I want other guys sitting near me to look at her body at times she falls off into deep sleep during the journeys and her palloo comes down slightly which causes her cleavage to be visible. I do not wake her or cover it myself and I act as if I didn't notice it. I let the guys around even teenage boys enjoy that sight and I bring all my close friends home and make her wear transparent saree to give them a visual treat.

Some would openly tell me how sexy my wife is and I don’t mind that. Harsha, my best friend is a sex maniac. He fantasizes about every girl. I want to watch while someone does all nasty things to my wife so I fantasize about Harsha doing all that to my wife. I take nude pictures of her, distorting the face and I post them on the internet blogs and forums people make lewd comments about her body parts and measurements. That gives me a kick and I shag reading all those.